Little Feather

A feather whisking in the Texas wind
Not knowing what is in store for it
Or where the long journey will end.
I am a little feather it says
Do with me what you will
Just loft me to a glorious place
One where fresh breezes are still.
I am just a little feather I say
Why do you cast me in such a way
All the ups, downs, and strange new sounds
Just trying to make it another day.
These winds are too cold for me
Making me fall through strange new lands
Lands I do not wish to see
But I am just a little feather
Needing warm smooth air to get around
Lifting me high, taking me far
To a place of serenity where I am not bound
I am just a little feather
Some day my beauty will be found.

Randy Eugene Scott

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